Moonlight War

[Bunny_grl07]

"You're very lucky. There were others who... who didn't make it. Children, elderly ones." She stated, trying not to show much sympathy. Sympathy was weak, so she had been told, through the years of factory labor.

She didn't look like a hardened young woman. All that could physically be seen was a beautiful seventeen year old. But inside, she had scars, inflicted by her own thoughts, and the demeaning words of others. And the abscence of her father, who should have been there to protect her.

She then took some material out of her bag, which she had intended to use to make clothes in the country. But she could sacrifice some for a person in need, she supposed.

 

[Jinx3295]

Anja walked over to Kiara, smiling. "Hello..."

 

[Self:.:Pity]

After a few minuets, he was able to regain some of his voice, though scratchy and faint. "Your such.... a bad liar." He whispered, opening a gray eye to examine his somewhat-savior. "There were no elderly... on that wagon. Children- yes,...I saw a few... young ones." He paused for a breath, the young man still in much pain. "But only the most cowardly of people.... would beat a child... and I doubt they had such a treasure as that. Mugged, yes, but I doubt... beaten."

The man looked somewhat soft, compared to the others around his age who had also been aboard- softer, even, then those still petty on the streets. Some touch of humor still dwelled on his face, some breath of life still took his body, although beaten and broken. But his eyes held this bitterness under the color- a bitterness about reality. A sourness about people. He knew what the world had come to, and he wasn't being stupid about it. Handling it, maybe, but not coming to terms with it.

Luneth looked down at his sister expectantly, almost desperatly.

 

[Bunny_grl07]

Miranda said, "These weren't your run of the mill vagrant thieves! I can show you the people they beat, the child that was dumped in the grass, carelessly, without regard. They meant to steal money, dump us out, and get rid of the evidence. It's been happening more and more in the city! So don't you dare call me a liar, you don't even know me! In fact, you want to hear some honesty? I nearly left you here! I tried to tell myself not to help you!"

 

[Self:.:Pity]

"I saw the child, hun, and it was breathing as I am breathing." He whispered. "Now, on your attempt at leaving me but.... not quite getting there. It shows me a lot about you. A bit about me, though- I wish you had left me... to die, as I have not a plan for life... out here. They took my pass into..."

He drifted off as his eyes closed. Breathing, still, but it was hard to tell weather or not he was awake.

 

[Bunny_grl07]

Miranda sighed, then continued tending to his wounds. She was glad that nobody had mugged her, although she did feel sorry for those who did. She pondered what he had said to her, about his wish to die. She had occasionally made that wish, but only when she was in the factory, working with the big machinery. She remembered one time, her hair got caught in a gear, and she thought it was going to rip it out.

 

[Self:.:Pity]

"I know you know life is hard." He whispered, unexpectantly. "But you take it a different way then others. You think that because life is hard, now, you need to be hard on it. And hard on others." He coughed a bit, and tried to shrug off her tending to his wounds and bruises. "Hah.... ha. Your cloth really stings. What are you using?"

 

[Jinx3295]

Willard had been in Avar's room, waiting for him to be awake. He watched the boy in his sleep, his eyes a little frosted over. He smiled, wanting to pet his hair. He was beginning to love him.

 

[Self:.:Pity]

Avar was, for once, still in his sleep- his breath came, even, without disturbance from fits or tremors out of his night-terrors, without sweating with his shaggy black hair plastered to his face or cringing in pain that could very well exist. Maybe this was because he had accepted the fact that, in the end, he would be safe with Willard- maybe he knew that he didn't have to be afraid anymore. Something that changed in his life over the time he had joined the lab crew allowed him time to heal from his scarring experinces, harshly dealt out by those automaton shells of once-human beings.

 

[Jinx3295]

Willard leaned over, stroking his shaggy black hair. He giggled, and then sat back in the chair. He closed his eyes, waiting in patience. He had let Axie and Catalin stay asleep in the area with the others while he would visit Avar- something he did often. He couldn't resist this boy.

 

[Self:.:Pity]

He stirred slightly at Willard touch, before opening his blue eye, letting it drift upward to catch Willard's soft brown- he smiled, slightly, half awake.

 

[Jinx3295]

Willard leaned down, to give him a kiss. "Hello love."

 

[Self:.:Pity]

"Hi." He whispered, quietly, shifting slightly to move closer to his companion.

 

[Bunny_grl07]

Miranda said, "It's a disinfectant salve. It hurts now, but it's cleaning out your wounds, and it'll help them heal. Now stop flinching, you're making it hurt even more. You need to try to relax." She wanted to mull over her response to his previous statement. And so, after a while, still dabbing at his wounds, she murmured, "If I hurt life first, it won't have the chance to hurt me. If I keep my hopes low, I won't be let down in the end. Besides, I'm not going to let the world break me down. And if being the way I am is the way to prove that, then so be it. I'll be able to die in peace, knowing that I wasn't defeated."

 

[Jinx3295]

"How'd you sleep?" Willard started to playfully nibble on his ear.

 

[Self:.:Pity]

He giggled a little bit at the odd feeling this generated, and spoke, softly, about how well he had slept through the night.

 

[Jinx3295]

Willard listened, and then smiled. "I'm amazed. You're nice and dry and cuddly." He pulled him to his chest.

 

[Self:.:Pity]

He laughed, quietly, at this observation. "What, am I not nice and cuddly all the time?"

 

[Jinx3295]

"You are you are.." He whispered.

 

[Self:.:Pity]

He smiled slightly, running his hand along Willards cheek. "....Yay."